The worst love poem ever written

Your eyes are like baby blue bowling balls

Knocking over the ten pins of my heart.

I want you to cover these bedroom walls

Using true blue love graphs and fly pie charts.


Your lips are the color of garden beets,

Kissing them now is all I can think of.

When you Arm & Hammer my smelly feet,

Knowledge dawns: I have found my one true dove.


Your brain reeks of learning and college rooms;

Dating you is like the best thing I do!

You clean me with scrubbing and swooshing brooms;

Cindy there is no choice: I must keep you!

The End

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